Home Sweet Home

This is a picture of the entrance to my living room. I still haven't put Christmas decorations into boxes yet. I'll miss that old tinsel garland. The sign stays up always. By having this blog I'm welcoming the whole world into my humble home. I'm glad that you happened to find this page. Not everyone is able to have their own house. Whether you live in a palace or a shelter or anywhere in between I hope that there's love. If not...then I've got plenty to share. So just keep coming back and I'll share mine with you.

'Mid pleasures and palaces Though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble,
There's no place like home.
A charm from the skies
Seems to hallow us there,
Which seek thro' the world,
Is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet sweet home,
There's no place like home,
There's no place like home.


I gaze on the moon
As I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother
Now thinks of her child;
As she looks on that moon
From our own cottage door,
Thro' the woodbine whose fragrance
Shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet sweet home,
There's no place like home,
There's no place like home.


An exile from home,
Splendor dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly
Thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gaily,
That came at my call:
Give me them and that
Peace of mind, dearer than all.
Home, home, sweet sweet home,
There's no place like home,
There's no place like home. --Payne & Bishop